It is the silence of the mountains that intrigues. No matter how long I stay here, the silence never disturbs. The occasional rickety pick-up truck passing by also seems in-tune with the mountainous silence. The laughing thrush disapproves my silent presence but it accepts the smoke emitting pick-up as its own. May be they both… Read More Pause
I often wonder how to express condolence when a closed one bears loss. It is quite easy to express your sentiments if there are truly any, to an acquaintance. RIP That is it! But what do you tell someone close to you who just lost a loved one? No, the cliché of ‘Things will be… Read More The Dilemma of Loss
Grinning through darkest peekThe mysterious orb seesNot a face or ears or noseJust a smile through the trees. Two stars adorn its invisible tailBejeweled fashion perhapsGlowing over the bluest yaleLike the mystical cat! -Vibha
Tantalising golden sunlight passes through the smoke rising from the chulha. Nostalgic wooden scent lingers like a faint remembrance of Naani’s home. Taking a walk along the trail laden with scarlett clock vines breathing in the mountain air, I feel like a lost soul returned home. Holding on to my pause moment, I look up… Read More Mountain Mornings
shades of redilluminate the sky,celebration ofa day gone by.shadows of mountainsscapes the blue,the tangerine ballpasses through,bringing homethe midnight jay,a few hours morefor it to stay… -Vibha
Write yourself everyday, bit by bit on the blank screen or on paper and one day you will create your master piece. I say this to myself every day. Whether I am able to actually write every day is another matter, but I do believe I was born to write. Or I live because I… Read More Chiggy Wiggy & the Masterpiece
We can talk to everyone. But there are very few people on earth who are actually worthy of a conversation. Or should I say, there are very few people with whom one can have an actual conversation. Not many years ago, I had the fortune of meeting such a person. Though our conversation did not… Read More Of Cartoons, Conversations and Irish coffee!
The moon smiles, In the pink of Dawn, Autumn has arrived.